Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
The Crimson Crows emblem emblazoned across both sides.
A seal of its sanctity.
One I was about to desecrate.
I stalled for one beat before I tossed one side open and pulled her into the wisping darkness.
Heat saturated the air, and her heels clattered on the hard floor as I dragged her up to the head of the table.
I could feel her attention racing. Trying to categorize everything she was seeing. The grim images painted on the walls, the demons and ghosts more alive than when these men had actually been breathing.
“You see what you’ve done to me, Brinley? It’s forbidden for anyone to be in these walls except for the patched-in members of Crimson Crows. You’ve made me break every fucking one of my own rules.”
And I couldn’t bring myself to care.
She exhaled a shaky breath, and I kept hold of her as I dragged the high-backed chair that appeared more like a throne from the head of the table.
Putting her in its place.
“If I’m the fucking king, then you’re my queen.” It was a scrape of air as I pushed her chest down onto the table.
Her skirt rode up so high, the satiny slip of her underwear bunched up in her soaked pussy.
I knelt behind her, and her long legs shook as I slowly peeled the scrap of material down.
I spread her, licking her into a needy puddle before I flipped her around and planted her ass on the rough wood.
“Heels on the table.”
She rushed to comply, those high, high heels hooked to the edge. She leaned back on her hands, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her cunt dripping.
I took a single step back so I could appreciate her trembling in need.
Slowly, I unbuckled my belt while I watched that Little Wildfire burn.
I flicked the button on my jeans and undid the fly, shoving them down enough to free myself.
I stroked myself from root to tip.
“From now on, every time I sit at the head of this table, I’m going to imagine when I fucked you on it.”
A mewl rolled from her, and she lifted her ass a little from the wood.
“You want it, Brinley? You want this?”
She shoved her fingers into her pussy then lifted them to my mouth. “Why don’t you have a taste for yourself and see?”
Vixen.
Seductress.
I sucked them deep, lapping her up as I fully stepped up to the table.
Committing a thousand sins as I brought my tip to her lips, running the barbell that ran through my head over her clit.
She clawed and clutched at me before I shifted and shoved in.
We both arched.
Knocked the fuck out.
Bliss in a beat.
Her walls throbbed around me as she struggled to adjust.
“Silas,” she rasped.
I took her by the knees, still buried deep. “This is so you know you’ll have this part of me, too. Just give me a little time, and I promise you, there will be no secrets between us.”
“I trust you.”
“Good.”
Then I fucked her right on Crimson Crows’s table. Thrusting into her in rough, rigid strokes.
Knocking the breath out of her with every stroke. Our bodies colliding, rocking and gripping.
Her fingers in my cut and my hands on her hips.
Lifting her every time I surged forward.
Sweat drenched our flesh as the type of pleasure neither of us thought we’d find spun us into ecstasy.
She moaned and shouted and I didn’t give a fuck if the whole MC heard.
Because she was mine, and it was fucking time everyone knew it.
FIFTY-SIX
SILAS
I knelt so I could snatch Brinley’s underwear from the floor then slowly worked them back up her legs. Staring up at her as I did.
Ragged pants jutted from her chest and wisped from her mouth.
My girl still trembling from the aftershocks.
Aglow.
Aflame.
So hot I was worried she might burn through the polar icecaps.
I resituated her underwear then stood, scraping my palms up and down the outside of her thighs, trying to bring us back down to solid ground.
But there was no tranquility. Not when I knew what had to be done.
Brinley Webber wasn’t a fucking secret, and I wouldn’t go into tomorrow’s raid with any of my men still believing she was a pawn in this game.
“Are you okay?” The words were coarse.
A strangled laugh worked out of her. “I think you’re intent on breaking me, Silas Mercer.”
I cracked her a soft grin and ran my knuckles along the sharp line of her jaw. “Don’t act like you can’t handle me. Bravest, fiercest woman I’ve ever met.”
“Made for you,” she murmured on a breath.
My knuckles traced the defined ridges of her lips. “That’s right. Made for me. Written for me just like I was written for you. Etched so fucking deep that I know you were marked there long ago, and I think I’d been unknowingly searching for you ever since. Swear my soul recognized you the second I saw you.”